BANG! With a muffled report, the final bullet blew a zombie's head apart. The muzzle was already hot and smoking.
Shen Feng put on a mask, jumped down from the pickup truck, and walked over to a still-struggling zombie. He grabbed its hair, forcing its face up to meet his, and carefully studied its eyes.
A glimmer of intelligence still shone in the zombie's eyes, though it was now much fainter.
Shen Feng could feel the strange magnetic field was still present. The remaining Symbiote zombies with undamaged brains were maintaining their telepathic link, combining their residual brainpower to form a single, sentient consciousness.
He didn't know the minimum number of zombies required for this connection, but he understood there was likely no upper limit.
'I just wonder if these self-aware Symbiote zombies would be willing to be assimilated by other Symbiotes?'
